Page 53 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

“Yeah. That was an epic fail.”

“I wanted you, then,” I admitted. “That was the day I realized you were something other than Jason’s little sister. Something amazing. Something I knew I should have.”

She paused, taken aback, and blushed a little. Then she chuckled.

“Remember when we were kids playing manhunt, and I tied you to that tree with six feet of bubble tape?”

The memory was warm and fuzzy, like a double pull of good bourbon. I laughed.

“That didn’t work either. It broke into a thousand pieces, the second I moved.”

“Ah, but you stayed there,” she countered. “And that’s where I wanted you. Right there, with me, alone in the woods.”

“So itdidwork,” I mused.

“Sure did.”

We sat silently for a good half minute, lost in ancient thoughts and old memories. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be. Eventually I stood up again and began peeling my clothes off.

“What are you doing?”

Those pretty eyes followed along as my shirt hit the floor. They shifted to my fingers, as I unbuttoned my pants.

“Taking you to bed,” I answered. “It’s late, and tomorrow’s a big day. Plus, I’ve only got two hours.”

Her brows crossed. “Two hours?”

“Two hours until Andre shows up. And another two until Kayden.”

“Wait. What?”

“You didn’t think we’d let you sleep alone, did you?” I shook my head. “Can’t take that risk. Too many people have the universal keycard that opens these doors.”

“But—”

“We also can’t all be gone at the same time,” I went on. “That’s even riskier. Too many variables, so we agreed to take shifts.”

Maybe she only half-believed me, but she didn’t stop me from throwing back the blanket and climbing inside. The bed was warm from her lying all over it. Her body was even warmer, as she slid beneath the sheets and curled her body into mine.

I spooned her snugly, wrapping a protective arm around her waist from behind. Jocelyn’s skin was fire, her scent so amazing I was getting drunk on it. I kissed her neck, her shoulder, her back, all the while sliding my hand down to find her bare ass covered by the thinnest of thongs. My fingers explored, and found it already soaked through.

“Are we really gonna do this?” she chuckled, as I guided my hard-on through the hole in the front of my boxers. A second or two later it was probing her panty-covered mound.

“Why not?” I whispered wickedly. “You don’t think the others aren’t taking what they want, when they get here?”

Her ass was grinding backwards now, swallowing me between those warm, wonderful folds. Her fingernails brushed my shaft, on the way to pulling her panties to one side.

“Fine,” she cooed, just as the head slipped in. The pleasure was overwhelming. I flexed my arm, squeezing her body even tighter against me. Driving myself that much deeper into the heat of her molten core.

“Fuck me quietly,” she whimpered, turning her head and placing her lips to my ear. Her voice was soft. Breathless. Totally adorable.

“And don’t stop until you’ve filled me up.”

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JOCELYN

The electronic lock whirred. The door opened. My lovers exchanged a few low words as they traded places, only a few of which made their way to my ears.

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